This is a song about "Juicy couture queen"

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

You're a drag queen with european genes

You down because ima be there to pick you up when you fall your my queen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

And my girls yeah she a queen

Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

Pockets probably like fried food

That thing juicy, no fruit

I thought it'd get better but

She was the queen of the club